Frieren And Fern In The Lewd Dungeon Instant
Fern looked at the book, then at the long, embarrassing trek back up to the surface. "I’m going to make Stark pay for this," she muttered. "Why Stark?" Frieren asked. "Because he's a pervert," Fern replied automatically. Stark’s reaction when they return, or should they discover a hidden room in the dungeon?
Frieren and Fern stood before the entrance of the "Dungeon of Absolute Vulnerability," a place rumored to contain a grimoire that could perfectly clean any stain from clothing. To Fern’s dismay, the dungeon’s magical field had an immediate, peculiar effect: it dissolved all defensive enchantments and rendered their outer robes completely transparent.
In the center of the room sat the grimoire. Frieren picked it up, dusted off her translucent sleeves, and handed it to Fern. "See? It was worth it. Now we never have to worry about juice stains again."
"Fern... help," Frieren said, her voice sounding suspiciously relaxed. "This feels... strangely like a massage." Frieren and Fern in the Lewd Dungeon
"Mistress Frieren, this is unacceptable," Fern whispered, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she clutched her staff to her chest.
They finally reached the boss room, which was occupied by a giant, sentient Mimic that didn't bite—it licked. Frieren, having a natural weakness for Mimics, was immediately caught. Fern watched in horror as her mentor was hoisted into the air, the Mimic’s massive tongue leaving a trail of shimmering slime across Frieren’s bare legs.
Frieren, however, looked down at her now-visible stockings and tunic with a blank expression. "It’s just a mana-reactive field, Fern. It’s quite efficient. Besides, the grimoire is at the bottom of the tenth floor." Fern looked at the book, then at the
"Mistress Frieren! Stop enjoying it!" Fern unleashed a barrage of mana, obliterating the Mimic in a shower of golden sparks.
"I am focusing! I am focusing on how much I hate this!" Fern shouted, her ears glowing red.
"Focus, Fern," Frieren said calmly, ducking under a spray of "Blushing Mist" that caused anyone who inhaled it to feel an intense, overwhelming urge to be hugged. "Because he's a pervert," Fern replied automatically
As they descended, the traps weren't lethal, but they were certainly "lewd" by design. They encountered "Tickle Slimes" that targeted sensitive joints and "Binding Vines" that seemed more interested in lifting Fern’s skirt than tripping her. Fern spent most of the time firing
with frantic precision, her breath hitching every time a stray vine brushed her thigh.
